I Always Said...

I always said…

 

The only way people could really see through me is if I was shot 50 times in the chest

Through those bullet holes you could see police lights and my mom screaming she’s dead

And my man in the background steady lying about what really happened

I shot him in the abdomen and he shot until I was face down by a black Cadillac

And it’s pretty ironic….

My guardian angels, standing there still pissed off

They were always more thug than I ever was carrying ak 47’s

Many other angels called them rejects but they were down for me when I had no belief in a heaven

 

If there is a God where is she

My son looking at his mama lying face down on the t.v

I said If there is a God where is she

They just played my music video now the host are saying they will always remember me

 

The coroner see’s all the blood and ask how many dead bodies

Hard to believe we was like bonnie and clyde before he shot me

My man starts to notice how much his bullets mutilated my body

Now chalk and cocaine are outlining my dead body

My mans guardian angel has a 40 in one hand and a gun in the other

He has the gun pointed at the police in case they put two and two together

Hard to believe all these white bricks, are hidden by my mans car tint

God watching now what’s taking place not remembering writing this

When s+6he wrote history, my man gripping his other car keys

The crowd watching the whole scene unravel and spitting my greatest hits ..

Back home my son asking the babysitter where his mommy is

He hears the police start to question his story in the background

Decides he can’t do 50 years and puts the gun in his mouth

If there is a God where is she

My son looking at his mama lying face down on the t.v

I said If there is a God where is she

They just played my music video, now the host are saying they will always remember me

 

Ambulance lights looking like the inside of the strip club we just left

My fans flooding the air with my 16’s just like when my man sprayed those bullets

Choppers over head like the chopper that was pointed at my chest

My angels kiss me one last time then pour a 40 in the air…

This must have been how Pac and Biggie felt

My mama laying fetal position upon the bloody cold pavement

There’s cash all over the ground like my name is Nya Lee

And now I’m like everyone else literally wearing my heart on my sleeve

Cause he shot me-

 

But one of my angels just gave me someone else’s lifeline, I got a few more seconds

So I lift up my head, grab the gun to my left, you can still see the holes in my chest

He has time to realize I’m alive and look me in my eye

I shot him dead, then I died….

 

But I was dope

Changed the world more coke

Cocaine that is, now this is a lesson for all those who think they found their forever

My moms shouting get the reverend, heaven just gained another legend and (I’m out)

But wait…Now they are having my funeral

I’m going all out like G, with Deebo’s all over the perimeter

It’s a beautiful Friday, my whole team got 9’s in one hand and 40’s in the other

My mom standing like the thug she always was in all black, shades on, and a glock in her purse

She knows I got keys hidden in the keys and my gf taking her there after the funeral

My son grew up to quick after I died, he sitting through the procession not shedding any tears

My paul bearers rode with me from day 1 and was there to take me to my final home

The reverend finishes with amen and kingdom come, king here I come to my final home

 …sure I’ll still sin in heaven but God already knows

 

 

My brother freshly tatted with my name, leans on the herse

They’re all putting Roses on my casket and hundreds on my tombstone

My name was rich cuming into this world and when I was pulling out of her(I’m out)

 

 

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